Unlike our blogger from Shilo, I will be at the demonstration today, protesting US pressure to expel the idealistic Jews of Judea and Samaria from their homes. Bloggers from Shilo, and the rest of the brave Jews of Yesha, are exempt from this protest, since they are already doing more than their part of the battle by holding down the fort, day and night, so that the Jewish People can hold on to our Biblical homeland. My presence at the protest is the least I can do as a resident of Jerusalem. I also think that all of the steppinfetchits who voted for Obama should be there too, for giving him the mandate to throw Jews out of their homes. Shame on you.
The Sin of the Spies:
How said it is today to see our beloved Jewish brethren fall into the sin of the Spies. In the Torah portion we read on Shabbat, Moshe recounts what is probably the most ignominious and tragic debacle in Jewish history, the Sin of the Spies.
After reconnoitering the Land of Israel, the Spies came back with their disenchanting report, saying: “One thing I can say is that I can't wait to go back to Australia. I can't stand the Israeli mentality and I think people here are too EXTREME! There is no way I can make aliyah with all the BS going on in this country!”
Their negative report discouraged their fellow Jews from journeying on into the Promised Land. Moshe calls them rebels for not obeying Hashem’s commandment to make aliyah, and Hashem terms them an “evil generation.”
If you don’t want to come on aliyah, that’s your loss. But why discourage others?
“By the Rivers of Brooklyn”
The prayers of mourning in Tikun Hatzot over the destruction of Jerusalem and the exile in the Diaspora begin with the Psalm, “By the Rivers of Brooklyn.”
By the Rivers of Brooklyn
The Psalm goes like this:
“By the rivers of Brooklyn, and Toronto, and Los Angeles, and Paris, and Melbourne, we sat down and wept when we remembered Zion.
“Upon the willows there we hung up our harps, when our captors demanded of us songs, our tormentors asked of us mirth, saying, ‘Sing us some songs of Zion.’
“How shall we sing the L-rd’s song in a foreign land?
"How shall we sing the L-rd's song in a foreign land?"
“If I ever forget you, O Jerusalem, withered be my right hand!
“May my tongue cleave to my palate, if ever I not think of you, if I ever not set Jerusalem above my highest joy!”
In order that the centrality of Eretz Yisrael and Jerusalem always fill a Jews heart and thoughts, our Sages enacted that we recite this Psalm during the week after meals. To teach us that wherever we may stuff our faces with the finest of gourmet foods, or with the hot dogs, pizza, chop suey, and chicken pot pies of the goyim (kosher of course), we will always remember that we belong in the Land of Israel, and not in foreign countries, and that our crippled and shattered lives are empty of true Jewish joy.
Confucious says: "Jewboy go home!"